The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

my heart

the worst part was the twisted flicker of excitement that pulsed through me at

hated my body’s betrayal, how it craved for any touch, any relief, even from those

felt weak, my breath ragged and I knew I was

much and my mind was

friends jeered, their taunts mingling with

at her,” one of

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

ran his index finger on my

with want, and opened my mouth as he inserted his finger inside it, tears

ran my tongue up

voice dripped with false sympathy as he turned

do anything to make

right, Lyla? Do

anymore, I pushed through them before he could finish speaking,

could hear mocking laughter chasing me but I didn’t look

to get away, to find

collided with a solid wall of muscle

my lips but the words died

was the

with a mix of curiosity and something

even more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit

fell over the room as

feel their stares and a sickening dread pooled in

his signet on the third finger of

leader, but not just any Lycan

Leader of the White Moon Throne

I realized the gravity

powerful man in my world, with the scent

expecting a

punishment for uncontrolled heat cycles

a shame that could

were intense, a deep amber that seemed to see right through

condemnation, his gaze

up from the

asked, his voice

and my breath hitched

fine,” I stammered but my body

over me, stronger than before and my knees

against him, my vision blurring as

caught me, his grip

impossibly close now and I could feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, I

glanced up at him, my cheeks flushed and found his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart

Time seemed to slow.

and the judgment fading into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked

a flash of something raw and primal crossing